OK - the first 3 verses.......

Oh we had to make the beaches from a lousy L.C.I.
And the landing ramps were swaying like a Portsmouth dockyard drunk
She'd pitched us and she'd heaved us till we had to land or die,
And by the time we made it half the tank supply had sunk.
So a seasick sodden rabble we ran blindly everywhere,
While the Germans thinned the numbers out at St. Aubin Sur Mer
Aye the Germans thinned the numbers out at St. Aubin Sur Mer

We had practised aye we'd practised at the great invasion plan,
Storming undefended beaches on a friendly Dorset shore.
But when the tanks were grinding through the wounded in the sand,
We knew we weren't on Blighty exercises anymore.
And we grew up very quickly moving out through street and square,
Shooting first and asking after in St. Aubin Sur Mer
Shooting first and asking after in St. Aubin Sur Mer

We had patriotic heroes we had make believe old sweats
But none had come with 1914 innocence for fun
If we paid the bill again for them this time they'd not forget
And there'd be a golden future when the present job was done
But hero, sweat or dreamer the old reaper didn't care
As the Germans swung his scythe through us at St. Aubin Sur Mer
Aye the Germans swung his scythe through us at St. Aubin Sur Mer